The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 146 - : Chinese Pastoral Dog

Chapter 146: Chapter 146: Chinese Pastoral Dog

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“So, that’s how it is…” Huang Xiaolong pondered for a moment before nodding. “Since you’re so keen on playing, I’ll oblige. It’s your birthday after all, hehe… as the birthday boy, you call the shots. Who knows, today might just become the most memorable birthday in your life.”

Having said that, Huang Xiaolong took a pitiful look at Cao Huan. “Are you sure you want to play? The loser has to lose their hands and feet, right?” 𝗳re𝗲𝚠e𝐛n𝗼v𝗲l.c𝐨𝐦

“Enough with your nonsense! Just pick a dog, peasant boy. I can’t wait any longer! Hahaha, this is going to be such a great, unforgettable birthday!” Bloodshot eyes flashed in Cao Huan’s fervor.

“Okay, I’ll choose a dog then.” Huang Xiaolong began to scope the area.

“Little Long, don’t play with him…” Song Yuru looked worried as she tugged at Huang Xiaolong’s sleeve, “Cao Huan is cunning. He’s clearly plotting against you since he’s not letting you pick the strongest dog.”

“Pfft! My dear wife, you’re really smart to realize that he’s setting me up… but don’t worry, I won’t lose.” Huang Xiaolong gave Song Yuru a sunny grin. “Besides, if we don’t play along, he won’t let us go.”

“You! Such stubbornness!” Song Yuru found herself speechless.

Not long after, a spark of excitement appeared in Huang Xiaolong’s eyes. Pointing his index finger, he declared, “I have made my choice! I’ll take that dog!”

With that, Huang Xiaolong scurried towards the dog he had chosen.

Everyone squinted to have a better look at his choice, and then…

They were shocked! Stunned! Bewildered!

The dog that Huang Xiaolong had chosen was… an ordinary mongrel!

Also known as the Chinese domestic dog!

“What… what the hell… God! What game is he playing? Is this some kind of international joke?” Cao Huan’s face twitched twitch uncontrollably, his expression a mix of astonishment and incredulity.

By this point, Huang Xiaolong had already reached the mongrel.

Song Yuru followed closely after him. “Little Long! That’s just a mutt!”

“Correct, I know it’s a mutt. But sweetheart, don’t you think it’s pretty adorable?” Huang Xiaolong chuckled in reply.

At that moment, the mongrel, skinny as a rail and just into adulthood, was enjoying the sun lazily. Its yellow fur was rough and dirty.

“I am flabbergasted! Little Long, look how emaciated it is, this poor dog,” Song Yuru compared the other robust dogs in the ring to the malnourished mutt, sympathy flooding her eyes.

The mongrel, upon seeing Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru, did not display the slightest hint of aggression. Instead, it slowly got up and wagged its tail, its eyes expressing an adoring plea for attention. It circled around Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru and would rub its body against their feet from time to time.

“Ah! Little Long, it’s licking my pants! It’s licking my pants! So sweet!” Song Yuru, who had a soft spot for small creatures, squatted down and petted the mongrel’s head as it reveled in her attention. The mongrel seemed to be enjoying it very much, closing its eyes leisurely and sticking out its tongue to lick Song Yuru’s hand.

“So cute! It’s really so cute! Little Long, do you have any snacks? Let’s give it something to eat. It must be hungry…” Song Yuru looked up at Huang Xiaolong.

“I didn’t bring any food.” Huang Xiaolong laughed. “My dear, see how friendly it is to us? We must’ve been destined to meet it. Let’s adopt it.”

“Sounds great! In this dog ring, this mutt is the one that appeals most to me.” Song Yuru agreed excitedly.

Just then, Cao Huan walked over. “Peasant boy, did a door hit you in the head? You want to choose this stupid dog to fight against my invincible Dogo?”

The mutt was a stray pup that a security guard had taken in and occasionally cared for. It was no surprise that the dog ring neglected this mutt. It was often hungry, and its living conditions were not much different from a stray.

Even today, the dog ring liquidators were arguing about whether to butcher it for soup.

“Yes, I’ve chosen this dog. As of today, I am its master.” Huang Xiaolong said with a determined look on his face.

“Hahahahaha ” A group of muscular men in military camouflage uniforms standing behind Cao Huan burst into a fit of exaggerated laughter.

Choosing a mutt to battle a well-trained, viciously cruel, and apparently undefeatable Dogo?

Wasn’t it an analogy to a farmer going to war against a fully armed special forces soldier with just a hoe?

Fight? A simple growl from the Dogo could probably scare the urine out of this mutt.

“Stop it, Little Long!” In a fit of maternal instinct, Song Yuru hugged the mutt as if fearing someone might hurt it. “It’s a mere mutt! How can it fight against those massive fighting dogs? You can’t send it to its death… it’s already so pitiful, look how skinny it is!”

“Don’t worry, my dear, I always measure my action.” The look of unwavering confidence on Huang Xiaolong’s face was striking.

“Cao Huan, it’s none of your business which dog I pick. Alright, I’ve made my choice. This mutt,” He flashed a grin at Cao Huan. “It’s going to win.”

“PFFT! HA HA! Seems like I was overestimating your intelligence. Fine! Go ahead and pick it! Actually, it suits a country bumpkin like you very well…” A cruel, bloodthirsty smile distorted across Cao Huan’s face. “My undefeated Dongfang Bubai will tear it apart! Just wait for me to chop off your arms and legs! Hahahaha!”

……

Huang Xiaolong was dead set on choosing the mutt to fight against Cao Huan’s “invincible Dogo.”

No matter how hard Song Yuru pleaded with him, he persisted.

She knelt down, tear-filled eyes stroking the mutt’s head. The mongrel responded by sticking out its tongue to affectionately lick @ lick Song Yuru’s palms.

“Little Long, I just can’t bear to let it fight… It can’t win…” Song Yuru used pleading eyes to look at Huang Xiaolong.

“Sweetheart, don’t worry, I said we’d win, so we’re definitely going to win.” Huang Xiaolong, however, didn’t seem the slightest bit worried.

“By the way, it’s very skinny. It must be starving. Can we feed it first?” Huang Xiaolong asked Cao Huan.

“Why not? Of course, you can. Hahaha Even prisoners get a last meal right before their execution… Your mutt is about to be torn to shreds… Of course, I can let it have a good meal. Ah, see how humane I am!” Cao Huan replied, laughing arrogantly.

Then, he prepared a generous amount of dog food, opened up the cage, and commanded his subordinate to lead Dogo, his invincible fighter dog, out majestically. He sneered at Huang Xiaolong, “Peasant boy, bring your dog to the ‘Dogfight Arena’ after it’s done eating. I’ll be waiting.”